Alicia Byrne Keane
Bifurcate / Poetics of a health scare
(You told me the trick
was to become only lungs
mimic sleep
was to become only lungs
mimic sleep
swallow stars and marigolds, or
the tiny blooms I saw once,
the tiny blooms I saw once,
Arctic-looking in cracks of red earth,
the dark that
the dark that
dances across a squashed eyeball when you
raise your head
raise your head
from the pillow in the morning)
Post-post / Weird damp sky
Draughty inside, the trailing houseplant
'Whenever I try the document sits on my laptop making me feel subdued'
The rehearsal space a Georgian building that looked half underground like
It was emerging from somewhere
The rehearsal space a Georgian building that looked half underground like
It was emerging from somewhere
The bicycle mounted on the wall, the
Day we transported instruments in shopping trolleys over cobblestones
Cold traveled up my arms
Day we transported instruments in shopping trolleys over cobblestones
Cold traveled up my arms
A streetlight haloed a tangle of wires, leads and cases in a pile, the wheels
Going the wrong way making me laugh.
Going the wrong way making me laugh.
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